He seems interested. His eyes catch mine and he moves in closer, until our chests are almost touching and our hips brush against each other’s as we dance.
My tongue darts out along my lips, and his does the same. He drapes an arm around my waist and I place mine over my shoulder. He’s taller than me, a little but skinnier, but his shoulders are broad and the intensity of the look on his face tells me he’s just as ready as I am to have some fun tonight.
I turn around and dance with my back against his chest and my ass against his crotch, getting even more close and personal. He tucks his head against my neck and starts to kiss along the kiss there like it’s made for him. Like he knows exactly how to get me off.
Still, it’s softer and not as rough as I’d like.
I push against him harder, dancing more aggressively, trying to show him exactly how hard I want it.
He starts to nip at my neck and jawline and I turn my head a little to give him better access.
After another moment, he pushes at my shoulders and turns me to face him again before his mouth crushes against mine. The music in my ears is throbbing even harder than my cock in this moment, only half-hard, but the rest of my body is needy and I take what he gives me.
I kiss this man back deep and dirty, lashing my tongue against his and hoping for his tongue to fight back, dominatemine. It doesn’t. He seems to let me take more control than he does, and this just doesn’t do it for me.
Still, I try to test the waters even further. I back off a little bit, trying to show him that he can take control if he wants to, and he starts to. He bites at my bottom lip and grinds against me, gripping my hips tighter.
I moan into his mouth and try to show him that what he’s doing is good, what he’s doing is what I want.
But I need more.
I break the kiss and slide my mouth up to his ear. “Let’s go to the back,” I tell him.
He nods his head and I see the needy look in his eyes. I grab him by the hand and pull him off the dance floor and through the crowd.
Past the booths and down the hallway toward the office, but not all the way there. I stop in the hallway and step back with my back against the wall.
“What do you want to do to me?” I ask him.
I watch his throat move as he swallows. “I…” he steps closer and kisses me instead of speaking to me. His hands run down my chest.
I pull back from the kiss and tilt my head, letting him kiss down my neck, up, and back to my jawline. It’s too soft again. Not hard enough. Not enough biting.
“Harder,” I tell him. “You don’t need to be gentle with me.” I’m a little breathless, but not nearly as much as I want to be.
I grab one of his hands and put it on my throat. “Squeeze.” I direct him.
“What?” he asks against my jawline.
I push against his fingers with his still on my neck. “You can squeeze, it’s fine.”
He squeezes a bit, but it’s light and more like he’s holding onto me than anything else. He comes back up to kiss my mouth but I don’t kiss him back. Starting to lose my hard-on.
“Tell me what you wanna do,” I tell him again in a whisper. “I wanna hear it.”
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers back.
“What else?” I mumble. “Come on, that’s all you got?”
My words seem to make him crumble all the sudden. His confidence fumbles and he’s struggling to find his words.
“I…well, can’t we just make out and fuck normally?” he asks me, his own face knitting with frustration.
I let him kiss me again, but it just doesn’t go anything for me. Still, I continue to grind my hips against his, feeling his own dick hard in his leather pants, but mine is starting to fade into nothing. Every single inch of me wants to be into this, but I’m just not.
I can feel that this man can’t give me what I want, and I’m not about to settle for whatever he can give me. I’m certainly not about to force him to give me what I want either. If he can’t, he can’t.
I growl low in my chest and push him away from me. “Never mind,” I mumble. “This isn’t gonna work.”
